(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Ghost in the Current
It is 3:14 am. The house is holding its breath, and I am staring at the wall, wondering why we are so terrified of standing still. We spend our lives running, convinced that if we stop, the world will simply move on without us. We blur our…
The Weight of a Sunday Suit
When I was seven, my grandfather insisted on wearing his best wool coat to the grocery store, even in the heat of July. He told me that how you dress is a quiet promise you make to the people you haven't met yet. I remember watching him adjust…
The Geography of Salt and Soil
The smell of rain hitting dry, sun-baked earth always brings me back to the feeling of grit between my fingers. It is a coarse, honest texture, the kind that settles into the lines of your palms and refuses to leave until you have scrubbed…